0p0 Chapter 585 Don’t Say the Wrong Chapter
Chapter 585 Don’t Say the Wrong Chapter
"How is it possible? More than ten people followed him!" Zheng Zixu stared at the servant in disbelief, his carefully groomed goatee trembling constantly, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't speak.
When Rui'er left in the morning, he was followed by people carefully selected by Su Xiang. They patted their chests with full confidence and promised that they would get Jiang Yan. How could he die suddenly?
"What's going on?" Su Heng coldly questioned the servant who came to report.
The overwhelming pressure made the servant tremble and take a step back, nervously reporting: "My Lord, the people from the Dali Temple said that the emperor has ordered that this case be investigated secretly, and the reasons will be announced after my master arrives."
Su Heng frowned.
How can it be?
He sent people to investigate and found that Jiang Yan was surrounded by a group of maids and old women. Even if those old women had some strength, they were just ordinary people. Even if he only sent one man, he could kill them, let alone more than a dozen.
At this time, he also remembered that according to the planned time, Zheng Chengrui should have succeeded and his men should have come to report, but now, none of his men came.
After Zheng Chengrui died, the emperor still ordered a secret investigation. It was obvious that what had happened had been reported to the emperor.
I just don’t know what happened to Miss Jiang, and whether Zheng Chengrui succeeded.
Su Heng looked at Zheng Chengrui, who was slumped on the ground, and ordered, "Master Zheng, since the Dali Temple is looking for you, go there and seek justice for your son. Remember not to say the wrong thing!"
It is both a reminder and a warning.
Zheng Zixu also regained his sanity. He still couldn't believe what the servant said. The most important thing now was to confirm the condition of his son.
He staggered a few steps and stood up. The servant hurried forward to help him go to the Dali Temple.
As soon as he got off the carriage, Li Huaizhi was already waiting outside the Dali Temple office. He bowed to Zheng Zixu and said, "Master Zheng, please follow me."
Li Huaizhi led him through many twists and turns until they arrived at the door of a room in the basement of the government office. The guard at the door saw Li Huaizhi coming, saluted, and then opened the door according to Li Huaizhi's order.
The moment the door opened, a chill hit me in the face, and along with it, a strong smell of blood.
Li Huaizhi walked ahead and led the way, while Zheng Zixu followed behind, supported by a servant.
As soon as he entered the room, Zheng Zixu saw that it was filled with wooden racks, each of which had a corpse lying on it. There were dozens of corpses in the entire room.
"This is the morgue of the Dali Temple. Lord Zheng, please come here." After saying that, Li Huaizhi stopped beside a wooden frame, but had no intention of lifting the shroud.
Zheng Zixu's heart sank, and he intuitively knew that it was his son.
Walking to the wooden frame, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, hesitated for a few moments, and then made up his mind to lift the shroud.
When he saw the face of the corpse on the wooden frame, his legs went weak and he was about to fall down. Li Huaizhi and the servant were quick to support him.
"Master Zheng, is this the third young master of your family?"
"Yes."
This was his son, how could he not recognize him? He was the youngest and most beloved child in the family, and his family always responded to his every request and held him in the palm of their hands.
Now, his most beloved son was lying coldly in the morgue, with the wound on his heart shocking.
Zheng Zixu's eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Li Huaizhi's arm and asked angrily: "What happened? Why did my Rui'er become like this? Who killed him?!"
He spoke with saliva flying, his face almost touching Li Huaizhi's face.
Li Huaizhi pulled Zheng Zixu's hand away, his eyes clear and without a trace of sympathy, "Sir Zheng, please accept my condolences. If you want to know the reason, please follow me!"
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After returning from Xiao Yu's room, Yun Ting went to take a bath. He was really exhausted after running around for days. But leaning in the bathtub, he was surprisingly clear-headed.
Although he didn't intend to hide it deliberately, he didn't expect the prince to see through his plan so quickly.
According to the prince's style of doing things, if he dies in the future, he will definitely leave behind something that will make me feel fearful.
But if he wants to achieve his goal, he must hold on tightly to the Jiang family, this big tree. This is the fastest way, and no one can stop him.
While meditating, a servant knocked on the door outside the room.
"Guard Yun, the personal servant of the eldest young master of the Jiang family has arrived with a letter."
Yun Ting's eyes darkened, he got up from the water, quickly grabbed a black robe and put it on, then put on his mask before going to open the door.
In the letter, Jiang Siyuan asked him to go to the Dali Temple to attend the trial.
It looks like the case will be resolved tonight.
In the lobby of the Dali Temple, Jiang Yan changed into an apricot-colored long dress and wore a veil as she sat with Madam Jiang. The two held hands tightly, and Jiang Yan buried her face in Madam Jiang's shoulder and sobbed.
Seeing their nervousness, Jiang Fu, who was sitting next to them, patted his wife's shoulder to reassure them.
Jiang Siqi clenched the Xuanying Sword in his hand, his face full of murderous intent, "Mother, Yan'er, don't worry, with us here, not even a fly can get close to you."
As he spoke, he did not forget to glare at Su Nanxing who was sitting opposite him.
Su Nanxing shrank back in fear. Seeing that Jiang Siqi didn't make any other moves, she shouted again, "Master Jiang, I know you're angry about what happened to your mother and sister, but you can't take it out on me. I know nothing."
Compared to Jiang Siqi, Jiang Siyuan looked a little more relaxed, but still serious, and said with a hint of warning: "This is the capital, no one dares to act recklessly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Ting walked in led by the yamen runners. At this time, he had taken off his mask.
As soon as Jiang Yan saw him, she stopped sobbing and looked at Yun Ting's handsome face, her cheeks gradually becoming hot.
On the way back to the capital, Jiang Fu told Madam Jiang everything.
"It's you!" Mrs. Jiang sighed, and then said, "Thank you for saving Yan'er."
At this moment, she stared at the handsome young man with curiosity. She felt inexplicably familiar with him, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
Yun Ting bowed to Madam Jiang and said, "I am a guard of the Jiang Mansion. It is my duty to protect the people of the Jiang Mansion."
Madam Jiang smiled and nodded, "You did a great job. I'll have the master reward you later."
"Thank you ma'am."
These conversations were naturally conducted for other people in the Dali Temple to see, including Zheng Zixu, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son.
He stared at the sword-wielding guard in the hall with bloodshot eyes. It was Yun Ting who killed his son. He wished he could cut Yun Ting into pieces immediately to avenge his son.
But since it involved the kidnapping of officials' families, he could only pretend not to know.
Zheng Zixu faced the judge on the stand and asked in a deep voice, "Is this the man who killed my son?"
Duan Xu took a quick look and saw that everyone was present and the trial could begin.
He looked at Jingzhao Prefecture Governor Zheng Lun and Inspector Censor Meng Jue, who were sitting beside him, and said, "Your Excellencies, we may begin."
Duan Xu presided over the trial, with Li Huaizhi and Zheng Lun as jurors. The case involved a second-rank official of the imperial court, and the Supervisory Office was responsible for supervision.
"Bang!"
The gavel slammed heavily, and the court sticks banged on the ground in unison, and the whole hall immediately fell into a solemn atmosphere.
"Bang!"
The gavel was struck again, and all the sounds disappeared, so that one could hear a pin drop in the hall.
"The trial begins now! Ms. Jiang, please tell us what happened."